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Victor Garber as Thomas Andrews, father of the Titanic.
In appearance he made a fine figure, standing nearly six feet high, weighing some two hundred pounds, well-built, straight, with broad shoulders and great physical development. He had dark brown hair, sharp clean-shaven features; you would call him handsome; his brown eyes met yours with a look of the frankest kindliness, and when he gripped your hand he took you, as it were, to himself. Even as you see him in a portrait you feel constrained to exclaim, as many did at first sight of him, “Well, that’s a man!” He had a wonderful ringing laugh, an easy way with him, an Irishman’s appreciation of humour. He was sunny, big-hearted, full of gaiety. He loved to hear a good story, and could tell you one as well as another. He had the luck to be simple in his habits and pleasures, his food, his dress, his tastes. Give him health, plenty of friends, plenty of work, and occasionally some spare hours in which to enjoy a good book (Maeterlinck’s Life of the Bee for preference) and some good music, to go yachting on Strangford Lough, or picnicking at the family bungalow on Braddock Island, or for a long jolly ride with Mrs. Andrews in their little Renault round the Ards Peninsula, and he was thoroughly content. When of a Saturday evening he opened the door, so the servants at Ardara used to say, they like all the rest waiting expectantly for his coming, it was as though a wind from the sea swept into the house. All was astir. His presence filled the place. Soon you would hear his father’s greeting, “Well, my big son, how are you?” and thereafter, for one more week’s end, it was in Ardara as though the schoolboy was home for a holiday. You would hear Tom’s voice and laugh through the house and his step on the stairs; you would see him, gloved and veiled, out working among his bees, scampering on the lawn with the children, or playing with the dog, or telling many a good story to the family circle. Everyone loved him—everyone. - Sandra F. Bullock, Thomas Andrews: Shipbuilder
The one part of Titanic I will absolutely never recover from is at the very end:
Jack, the person she loved most is the one waiting for her up the stairs at the clock. As you get closer to Jack, the other people Rose was more familiar with and/or cared for her are the ones standing nearest to him, with Jack’s third class friends she met and danced with being toward the bottom of the stairs and Fabrizio is even leaning on the rail with his foot on the first step (hon. mention to Mr. Murdoch who saw Jack and Rose cavorting on deck and smiled and laughed about it).
But you know who the only other character is that’s not only fully on the staircase, but several steps up from everyone else?
Mr. Andrews 🥺
He was the only one of Rose’s first-class peers to show her respect, value her intelligence, and show genuine concern about her making it off Titanic alive.
And it both warms my heart and tears me apart that next to Jack, he was clearly the next closest person she held dear. And I know everyone smiles and greets her as she walks by but Thomas Andrews just looks so fucking proud of her. He’s so proud that she made it out and lived her life.
So I think it’s safe to say that in return, Thomas Andrews was the one who cared for Rose the most, aside from Jack.
When she walks in and people start noticing her, you can see Fabrizio speaking to Mr. Andrews before spotting Rose and gesturing toward her, and UGH they both just look so happy to see her.
So I know the end is up for interpretation on whether it’s a dream or she died. But personally I choose to believe she passed peacefully in her sleep and was finally reunited with the people she cared about most, who had been patiently waiting for the last 84 years for her to rejoin them.
a little getting lost chasing bees and animals whilst picking flowers 🤝 a stressed out cg whose trying to not only build the house, but now has to search for the lost little. tehehe.